Lyrics:
shake, just mix up
Pour it up right, it'll be a slow night
If you had a little cough, this'll knock us out the park
Softball slow pitch, knock it out
Nigga back up (back up) back up (back up)
'Fore you get your punk-ass smoked
I'm back by popular demand and so
All black interior on the cherry red
on my shit
Rep Herndon Home I throw up the fifth
Hey Jone you wasn't in the bricks
Been in the mix since I jumped off the fence
I was just robbing
on Fox 5
I said "you sure Ma?" she said "baby it's live"
I said "Fuck twelve" turn up the alpine
Rockin' down Boggs Road seen a punk ass busta
Got
got paid by the hour started trappin made it rain shower when you get money it come with the power big dog like Clifford no courage you coward she givin
(Uh-huh-uh-huh)
Nigga, you don't know nothin' (Uh-huh-uh-huh)
You can get tote'd up
You can get tote'd up (Yeah)
Uh, bitch
Drugs in my cup, mix it up,
The breath is the life and it just begun
I thank God for the morning, so, now look here girl
Where you goin'? Come here girl, let me holla holla holla
[CHORUS]
We was those young boys, nobody had no time for,
It's alright...alright...alright.
Now we got that fire gon keep blazing till we higher
Yeah, you know, some people think I lost it, man
They be saying I sing too many hooks
They saying I don't be rapping enough
Ah, alright, look
People
Never be intrigued by the young boy face
Look inside me love you see I got wild taste
I don't really know but
Somebody said that
A high-priced girl
started by jealous people
Look at all these rumors, started by jealous people
[Steve Austin]
So Shadow, I understand you're having similar problems
Tiptoeing on the gazebo
Pulling up ballin' like Z-Bo
I am connected to kilos
Fifty gang members got Rico
Young nigga trapped by the peep-hole
Late
[Verse 1]
Why the fuck you wanna murder me?
Your punk ass never heard of me
I never did nothin' to your family
Still you wanna kill a young nigga
an artists
And you better take notes
'Cuz class just started
Take a look at my life
I believe in strength
I pray to The Lord cuz I'm weak
But I stare into
get your lighters up and smoke with me
Now everybody get your lighters up and smoke with me
Everybody just smoke with me
Look
Whether you rag is
Just from one shot
Made a son of slum gull
But now he ain't a tot
Before you know it
He'll be a young man
Chasing a thot
We had a girl looks like you
you just sit there ignorin'
Even though you wake up feeling like shit every mornin'
But you're young, you've got a lot of drugs to do
Girls to screw,
you just sit there ignorin'
Even though you wake up feeling like shit every mornin'
But you're young, you've got a lot of drugs to do
Girls to screw,
motherfuckers on the couch and the flo'
Cause a Mexican like my self is out for some dough
But ya already know, if you got big pelotas
Anybody now a days,
(Dee, you poppin' your shit, nigga)
Yeah, uh, uh, uh-uh
I just got off the plane with this shit, man
Back in Miami, man, just left New York
I'm
Pin a nigga Kurt angle, sextape got 3 angles
Yo bitch chubby wit some cankles, is that why her head by her ankles
Posted up on the block, now
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
nineteen-eighty, through eighty-eight
I Don't Stop Rappin like my first tapes
When I was broke, I used to sell em instantly (instantly)
One look, you could tell
right now a young nigga be smoking in peace
I don't got time to be stressing about people who talk about me
Girl you so funny whatever they tell you you
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